Category: sandiwara

The telephone on the bedside table rang, jolting her out of her reverie. Andrea had clearly instructed the front desk to withhold all calls. She didn’t want to be disturbed. Perhaps it would be the sweetest night to die.

“I don’t like it when she comes as if she’s …”
“She feeds your lot” Ann said without looking up from the espresso station she was manning. Ann knew that the manager meant the girl who was at the store at precisely eleven in the morning, clockwork.